The Cairene

I am sick of this world. I am sick of repetition of events. I am sick of the repetition of the reactions to the repetitive events. I am sick of how things have become. I am sick of the Arab leaders' selfishness. I am sick of the world's cruelness. I am sick of my helplessness. I am sick of the graphic images that get nothing but numbers of shares and re-tweets and likes and nonsense. All what you see is beautifully, heart-wrenchingly and heartrendingly written (sick) posts and it goes on and on. You see, something sick happens, we whine behind our screens for days, then the days pass and we are put on repeat. Such as sick cycle. I am sick of the UN and its pointless meetings and resolutions. It's not about donations. It's not about hoping and wishing and condemning and deploring and rejecting; it's sick, ridiculously sick. It sucks. I am sick of the Arab Spring that brought nothing but storms. I am sick of distance, borders and checkpoints. I am sick of my country.

Four years ago , I was full of hope. I strongly believed in my revolution, proudly talked about it and the 18 days of battles and glories. I praised the martyrs and was glad to see Mubarak and his gang finally behind the bars. I was excited about Egypt's tomorrows. I tasted victory, smelled freedom and saw happy dreams about a better future for my nation; I was satiated. I saw power, power of people and I absolutely admired our unity. Egyptians were happy and optimistic; for the first time, they felt worthy and lofty. Strangers felt like my people, we belonged to each other as we battled together. I remember the day Mubarak was toppled and everyone was hugging another around the streets with the fireworks above our heads. We saw change- I mean, we made it with our voices, struggles, sweat and blood. We touched glimpses of our future and it looked vivid enough. We saw a country that need to be built from scratch, and we were ready to it and the skies witnessed it all.   Three y